A/N: Hello! I introduce my very first non-crossover Fanfic. I am sorry if this chapter seems slightly boring, but it is information that I needed to get in. I promise that Death and Strife will be in the next chapter! XD I welcome any form of criticism, even if you just want to point out a random spelling/grammar error. It's all good, for I do that as well. Disclaimer: I don't own Darksiders, (though how I wish I did! XD) and I don't own any of the song lyrics that I post, nor the band names I reference. :)
"I never meant to be the one, who kept you from the dark So hear my voice, remind you not to bleed. A savior, will be there, when you are feeling alone, oh
but now I know my wounds are sewn, because of who you are.
I will take this burden on and become the holy one
but remember I am human, and I'm bound to sing this song.
I am here,
A savior, for all that you do, you can live freely without their harm…"
X-
The lyrics ring in my ears as loud as I could get them to through my headphones as I block out the world around me. I cherish the words dearly, though in my reality, they were useless lies. I didn't mind though; music, writing, and video games were the only thing now keeping me sane. I sat my head down against the bus seat in front of me, looking down at my journal that sat on my lap, looking at the small neat handwriting on the pages. I twirl the pen through my fingers and sigh. The bus hit a speed bump, making me flinch and the people around me laugh so loudly that I could still hear it through my headphones. I just roll my eyes in an attempt to ignore them. Out the window I see a building with the sign, "Hopkins High School" printed in bold, bland letters.
Welcome to hell, I think nonchalantly. The bus stops and everyone stands up in unison besides me. I wait until everyone is off. A different person on the bus that I knew and hated went out of his way to move into my seat and knock my journal onto the wet bus floor.
"Oops." He sneers through his teeth with a twisted grin, standing up and following the rest of the people off of the bus. I glare at him through the corner of my eye until he stepped off the bus. That's when I lean down to pick it up, walking off of the bus as I tried to dry it off.
I was hit with a wave of frigid air as soon as I stepped out. With a long sigh, I begin walking up to the school's double doors, a loud crunch every time my boots make contact with the snow. I hold the journal close to my chest along with my school laptop as I push the door open. Once inside, I almost immediately slip on the wet floors. Chuckles emerge through the hallways, belonging to a few freshman who are huddling around their lockers. I just sigh and stand up.
"Just keep walking." I mutter under my breath, walking past the group of popular girls and putting my headphones back on. I twist through long, endless hallways until finally reaching the lockers of all the Seniors. It was lodged in between two idiots, of course. I shove past them and begin twisting the dial. The two gaze at me with pure hate until I finally open my locker, which the one on my left shuts immediately. The other laughs and they walk away. I grit my teeth and open it again. Due to the force of the person slamming it closed, I was greeted with an avalanche of books and binders. I was knocked to my knees, and the loud crashes make everyone in the hallway fall silent and look at me. I curse under my breath and begin setting the books back on the shelves. Awkwardly, people return to their conversations, which the subject now being me.
The last book that had fallen I kept in my hands and gazed at the cover. It was a walkthrough book on a brand new video game that my father had produced. No one except me and one other that I knew in London actually played it, for it was a very insignificant company and had very few people who took interest in it. I am the biggest fan of the game, and cherish this book greatly.
Darksiders II was the name of it, and on the front cover was Death. I smile and my cheeks flush red at the sight of him. The first game was also very small, played by very few people, and when the second came out it was if no one knew it existed.
Besides me and my only friend, of course.
As I gaze at the front cover, smiling at the sight of my idol, I feel hands grip my shoulders. "Strife's better, Peach!" I heard Veil, my best friend, yell behind me. I flinch and spin around, her bright red hair basically blinding me as she came into my sights. Peach is my name, in her book at least. In reality, my name is Zeda, a name that I've come to loathe slightly.
"Yeah… no," I reply with a loud laugh. "Death is much better."
"…Strife." She blankly says, putting both of her hands on my right shoulder as I turn back to my locker, shoving the book inside and grabbing my gym bag and slamming the door shut. Veil and I walked through the hallways with our journals close to out chests. Every morning, I would acknowledge the fact that we stick out like a sore thumb around here. The rest of the girls in our class were all the same; all of them showed as much skin as they possibly could with the intention of interesting one of the guys.
Veil and I, we always wear black long sleeve band tee shirts and jeans, nothing more, even in the summer. We always find it comical, laugh at the idiots around us as an escape from our horrible lives. Veil, the gentle and caring person she is, has things going on in her life that make me cringe upon hearing, though she still manages to keep a smile on her face ninety-five percent of the time. It makes me feel useless, but I know that one of these days I'm going to break us out of this reality. We were Seniors in high school, which meant only a few more months until we were free. If only I could change it sooner…
"Death." I finally reply.
"Strife."
"Death!"
This could go on for hours, and probably already has. It was cut off short, for we had reached the gym. We had the class on the same day, though with different teachers, so we weren't able to talk to each other. I left for the locker room and she went in the opposite direction. As soon as I walked in, I was greeted with a piece of crumpled paper hitting my forehead. I caught it on its way down and began unraveling it as I walked into a bathroom stall. The piece of paper read in bold letters, "Die". I just laughed and threw it over the stall door, most likely hitting someone.
I changed into black sweatpants and a 'Breaking Benjamin' tee shirt. Awkwardly, I step out of the stall and flinch as the bell rings. People around me laugh and trample me to the ground in an attempt to get out of the door. I hit my head hard against the tile floor; not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to keep me dazed for a moment. When everyone is gone, I wobble out of the room, forgetting the one thing that I would need the most in the future.
We are forced to run the second I step out of the school building and into the freezing cold. This was always the worst part. Because I'm late for the class, my damned gym teacher forces me to run twice as much as the others. I finished a lap around the feild, and immediately can't breathe. The teacher yells for me to keep going. Two laps. Three, four, five, six. Finally he let me stop. I collapse.
"Get up." He snaps at me, despite the obvious fact that I am literally dying at the moment. I shake my head and grip my throat. He hoists me up by my forearm as the rest of the people in my class begin to form a circle around us. I choke out as many breaths I can. "You're a slacker, kid." He growls, and continues with, "Stand up."
"I'm dying!" I croak out, and fall to the ground again.
"Suck it up." And then he walks away. One of the guys in my class delivers a solid kick to my stomach, making laughs spread around the group as the follow the teacher. That alone felt as if it drew the life out of me. I make a mental tally, indicating that this would be the eighth time this has happened. I look up at the bleak December sky and see two meteors head through the clouds, one bright purple and the other a pale yellow. I smile, even though that I knew that it was just my vision screwing with me. I hear Veil's voice.
"Peach?!" She screams, and I let out a short breath, the only thing I could manage. She kneels down in front of me, and her voice is echoing, "Did you forget your inhaler?"
I don't reply, mostly because I can't breathe. She leaves, probably to get my inhaler, which is in my laptop case. I feel the ground shake beneath me, without a doubt because of some sort of impact. I let my mind wander. Maybe it's Death. I laugh to myself, though it only comes out in a faint wheeze.
Veil returns with the small container of medicine. I let myself breathe for a moment before talking it in. My lungs clear almost immediately. After panting, slightly out of breath, I sit up. "Damn you," She whispers, though both of us know that no one is around to listen or to care.
I just laugh, "I know, I'm sorry, I forgot it."
"Stop forgetting and think about it, Peach."
I just smile and get to my feet, still insanely dizzy from my head hitting the floor earlier. I don't even dare to go back to my gym class, since no one wants anything to do with me. Veil and I just sit out as we usually do. When the class is over, when I change back into my favorite 'My Chemical Romance' shirt and the bell rings, Veil and I walk to our next class, that being History.
What I would soon come to realize, our lives would never be the same upon leaving that old, bland classroom.